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I only remember my first bynner because of this story. She was a half-elf who looked like a stocky elf and she joined the byn. At one point there was only me, the giant trooper, and the human sarge in the compound. The sarge told us to spar, so the giant turned combat off and I whacked really inefficiently at him. I did a power emote--- I didn't know I'd gone too far, see, my tribe's thing was dance-fighting, so that was what I was doing. The giant saw it as a jab at his own skills.

He roared, subdued me, and started dragging me away. I think I might have asked him "What are you doing?" but otherwise I didn't do or say anything. He stopped in front of the latrines, told me that he is very good, and threw me inside. The next two things he said to me during routine stuff were that he was good. After that, I think things calmed down between us.

Tamed a roc but it was too virtually dangerous and expensive to keep. Flying across the world as a mundane was some of the most fun I've ever had in this game. But you had to be careful, you see, because if you accidentally dismounted in the air (or got thrown) you're dead. Also, if you forgot to LAND first, you couldn't get back up on it. Don't remember why - I think this might have been before you could rest a mount without being on it, or it could rest while still flying, or something weird. The thing was a huge hassle.

Spent a lot of time and resources rping training that thing. As soon as it sold, an imm had it freak out and fly away back to its nest. Didn't get to keep the money. Wasn't happy about that, not because of the money but because it was a cool thing that somebody decided nobody got to have. Though, I get the logic. It was wild as f and the decision to tame it was kind of spur of the moment. Suddenly it was like oh yeah btw we have a roc now.

My first southern character got in a fight with some NPC spice addicts that apparently had "mercy on" This resulted in my character getting the crap beaten out of them until he passed out, then they would stop and go back to smoking spice until my eyes fluttered open, at which point I would get hit once and pass back out. After this happened the third or fourth time they stole all my stuff and I made it back to the bar. I found a shiv and decided to go hunting, I saw a scrab and that it was a bug, so I rolled up on it and got neck pinched to death.

I had a northern ranger half-giant who returned to the city with a warm bahamet egg carved out of a fresh kill. I forget where the idea to hatch it came from, I assume it came from someone else, and being a giant, he just agreed. He went to the local Faithful, and asked if he could hatch a bahamet. The templar, disbelieving the possibility, agreed and went about their day. With a little immortal assistance, and some time and care, the egg was successfully hatched. Everyone present at the tavern had great fun, as did others who saw the giant attempting to train a baby bahamet. I believe the plan was to grow it into a mount. The giant got to play with his pet baby bahamet (which you could stable like a mount) for about a week, before it was confiscated by the templarate and put into the arena.

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Quote from: Bhagharva

What you don't know can kill you. What you do know, can kill others.

To the north[Near]A lanky, brown-skinned gith is here, humping the rusty brown kank.The rusty brown kank to the north bleats miserably.

I was once playing some whatever character and the Tavern talk was slow and boring. So like I am prone to do, I made up a story on the fly. The story was about me doing something in red desert and getting stalked by Gith. I ran up some Dune with a steep cliff with the gith behind me, until finally I had nowhere else to run, but down a very tall height. The gith came behind me and started to slowly approach me, grinning all vicious, and yammering in their tongue. So I took out my trusty breaded kalan fruit and tossed it over to one of the gith. As the gith was looking over the tribute, the second gith got jealous. They argued and finally the gith without the fruit charged the first one and they both toppled over the edge.

That story was a "complete" work of fiction that I came up on the fly, while lounging in a tavern full of people who had nothing to say. So it got the conversation going, everything was fine.

Half a year later, with an absolutely different character. Someone animated the gith and a near 'exact' thing actually happened. Except I didnt have any kalan fruits, it was a waterskin. Someone had a pretty weird sense of humor .

I was following a byn sergeant once. We were out in the canyons of waste when she said something like "I really have no idea where I'm going'. No sooner than it was said the sarge walked off a cliff down a deep hole. Lucky for me this was my first experience with the new follow code so I and the other bynner following didn't go down as well.

It was truly perfect comedic timing made all the more funny when the Sarge got knocked out by a random critfail trying to climb back up.

As soon as it sold, an imm had it freak out and fly away back to its nest. Didn't get to keep the money. Wasn't happy about that, not because of the money but because it was a cool thing that somebody decided nobody got to have.

Yes, but on the bright side, it made me feel much better about being the second highest bidder.

As a Kadian adoptee, Loras used to drive the wagon from Tuluk to Allanak every week. I think it was on Thursday night, and then drive back up on Sunday night.

Eldor, Ysania, and more were guarding the wagon and buying as much as they could in Tuluk to sell in Allanak after Saturday downtime. We would sell so much the NPCs didn't have any gold left, and it wasn't in the code to replenish their inventory.

Once tried to very publically murder a dude in front of a few nobles in broad daylight. Failed. Thrown in jail. Asked why I did it? The guy was a Tuluki sympathizer. Reality? Got paid like a hundred sid to stab a guy and screw it, it had been a long time since attempted murder. Templar pardoned me and passed me off; I got bought freedom by a noble who liked the bravado and wanted a pet savage. After a few weeks criming and such, it got boring. Wanted to keep playing the commoner pet murderer of sorts, but eventually the noble had other things to do, and my brief stint into crime locked me in place as a permanent on-the-run sort. Which can get old if you don't know anyone similar or have any friends. Eventually, the noble just sort of admitted, 'Sorry, I don't really have much for you to do.', with the sort of expected frivolity of nobles, and my character retired in Red Storm to live out his days back alley stabbing and avoiding muls and gickers.

This isn't a lesson in why not to have slaves. This is a lesson in one of the coolest character backgrounds I would have enjoyed playing out in the long term, but just never really had the time.

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I caused my knife to go into her back, and she effectively was murdered.<- Rulebook on how to politick. -My Anonymous Staffer

Once I played an obese dwarf miner in 'Nak. His focus was to eat the most delicious, most expensive foods in the known. Every day I would ride out, mine glass and/or 'sid, sell my take, and buy nice foods at the Silver Ginka. This went on for a long time. No inter-personal relationships, really. Just mining and eating. Sunup to sundown. Then, one day, some loner-types offered him some big coin to ride with him on an expedition to kill some wezers. We killed a few, then he was stung, and dragged off into the domes to be fed to the larvae. My fat dwarf, who's focus was to eat... was eaten.

Not a bad death, imo.

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All that is gold does not glitter,Not all those who wander are lost;The old that is strong does not wither,Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

Several years ago, I rolled a teenage Nilazi in Allanak. She'd been in the game all of about six hours when I got lucky and she found an unattended war beetle at the gates while wandering around. She scuttled off to the stables to stable it when a soldier wandered in from the road and cornered her.

She mistook his sudden interest in cornering her as "ah fuck, it was the soldier's beetle I stole" but in reality he was in the process of deserting the AOD and wanted a hostage. He grabbed her by the scruff of the neck and threatened her and roughed her up a little and coerced her into leaving the city.

They ended up in Red Storm, where he kept her locked in an apartment as a "hostage" while angrily Waying some templars about... something. I never found out. Problem was, my PC was a terrible hostage because she was a brand new character and not a single person gave a fuck about her. Nobody, let alone a templar, was gonna pay a ransom to have her returned safely to Allanak.

Eventually he tried to turn things around like they were friends and traveling companions or whatever and tried to be nice to her, but she wasn't keen on that. She agreed to go hunting with him and murked his ass in the sands while he was fighting a beetle.

And that's how my teenage Nilazi killed her first person without using magick at all.

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And I am catching up, and I am seeing redHow about I prove I'm right and raise it overhead?

I had a human female water witch back in the days of main guilds who had a pegleg because the leg had been eaten by a mekillot. Or a salt worm, not sure, and staff eventually refuted this through room echoes, but I had had a first peglegged person get their leg eaten by a salt worm and people denied it because npc salt worms don't attack first. (Staff eventually had a salt worm echo that did almost attack me, except echo.) When people started denying it, I had a peglegged person later on have their leg bitten off by a mekillot. Yes, I believe this girl was the mekillot snack.

Anyway, she made some friends, mostly water witches, this was a time when off-peak witch numbers were at a height. At one point, a senior water witch told her that if she tried hard enough, she could eventually have her leg back. She had a serious fear of mekillots, and grebbed for a living.

At one point people were talking about 'those mekillots' and I didn't really understand enough to know what they meant. Apparently a wind witch had been throwing around mekillots into places where they weren't supposed to be. My witch was walking through the Outer Circle when BAM, mekillot. It chased her a short distance and killed her in two hits. No time to emote or anything, but anyone who knew her could imagine the terror I was trying to input in the box.

A long time ago I played a burglar (i think) who was a clepto he just stole everything that wasn't nailed down, peoples weapons especially. eventually I got nabbed and tossed in jail but I had so many weapons on me that the jail guard couldn't take them all when tossing me in my cell. Templar came and threw me in the arena with some beast and I started pulling knives out of my ass, throwing them all over the place. I eventually pulled out my bombs (back when trap was a thing) and people in the stands starting running lol I think I eventually blew myself up in the process. Good times

The ghost of a long dead male hunter is sitting at a ghostly bar, telling a story.

"Me and my hunting partner...we were looking for carru. Krath, the hunting had been bad. Nothing but gurth and tok to be found for weeks. This is pretty disturbing when you make your living that way. And so we were resting our mounts by the skeet den, in a baobab grove, all sad and worried. And this half-giant come up to us.

"He rides all around us, yelling. 'Hello' then 'Hellooo'. From one direction then another. This was odd and kind of scared us. Then he rode up to us. He said, did you know where I was? And, playing along with him, I said, sounded like you were -everywhere-. That pleased him. And he said he was everywhere. So I asked him if he'd seen any carru where he was.

"So he started yelling for carru. Carru! Come here! I have a present for you! Then he turned to me and whispered, it's a trick, I don't really have a present."

The hunter pauses for a sip of whiskey and a snicker.

"So then he said, I gots a plan! He said, I gots big brains! I shout out carru mating call! I told him we'd try to kill it before it took advantage of him. But I don't think he understood what I meant.

"And he stared around then turned to the south. I make call there, he said. And he put his hands around his mouth and fucking howled, Arrrrrrooooooooooooooooooooo! Arrroooooooooooooooooooo!

"It was soooo loud. And he kept doing it. We were laughing so hard. I said, 'Damn. I feel a little aroused myself.' Not as dumb as he looked, he glanced over at me and said, Yeah, works good on the females. Which made us laugh harder.

"Me and Tyre joined in. Aaarrrrrooooooo! Loud as we could. The poor half-giant was getting soo tired, his voice was cracking and wobbling but he kept going. Arrrroooooo! His face was getting all red. I started getting very impressed.

"He grabbed hold of one of the branches on a baobab tree, thrashing around, Arrrooooooo! Aarrroooooo! His voice was all hoarse and he was yanking around on that tree..and he...and he..."

The ghostly hunter has to interrupt his story for a long period of guffawing. Finally he resumes. "He fuckin' pulled up the tree by the roots....an'...an'....still howling....and he finally just keeled over on his back, tree flying off.

"And he said...I don't think I paid that old man in Luirs enough for the carru mating call. Next time I'll give him more!"

I don't remember that half-giant's name, but it was my first PC on Arm and my first real interaction with a half-giant and whoever you were, thank you! It was in 2012 and I'm laughing so hard five years later that I've got tears in my eyes, remembering. Funny thing was, they found him dead not long after, with six dead carru around him. Which fit in with the story perfectly!

I was following a byn sergeant once. We were out in the canyons of waste when she said something like "I really have no idea where I'm going'. No sooner than it was said the sarge walked off a cliff down a deep hole. Lucky for me this was my first experience with the new follow code so I and the other bynner following didn't go down as well.

It was truly perfect comedic timing made all the more funny when the Sarge got knocked out by a random critfail trying to climb back up.

It wasn't me, was it? It sounded like the type of amazingly hilarious stupid thing I'd do.

I totally enjoyed Kankfly's Sargeant. I enjoyed being part of her innocent runner days, then trooper days, then Sargeant days. As well as the affect on her by the weight of responsibility and how it turned a carefree youngster into a harsh-ish Byn Sargeant. I literally regretted being a non-mundane role when playing with her.

A long time ago I played a burglar (i think) who was a clepto he just stole everything that wasn't nailed down, peoples weapons especially. eventually I got nabbed and tossed in jail but I had so many weapons on me that the jail guard couldn't take them all when tossing me in my cell. Templar came and threw me in the arena with some beast and I started pulling knives out of my ass, throwing them all over the place. I eventually pulled out my bombs (back when trap was a thing) and people in the stands starting running lol I think I eventually blew myself up in the process. Good times

Talk about a fucking show, that's amazing.

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"I sexually identify as depression. That way I have an active sex life because I keep fucking everyone."-Me, 2017.

I totally enjoyed Kankfly's Sargeant. I enjoyed being part of her innocent runner days, then trooper days, then Sargeant days. As well as the affect on her by the weight of responsibility and how it turned a carefree youngster into a harsh-ish Byn Sargeant. I literally regretted being a non-mundane role when playing with her.

Sorry for the derail. Just you know ... awesomeness.

Aww, thank you! I think the reason why I had so much fun with her is because of all the PCs I've interacted with at that time. You guys rock.

Holes and I have an unspeakable relationship. It isn't the first time I died to holes.

Once, when I was a delf, I fled self and fell into a hole where there were 3 giths. Luckily I didn't die, and I managed to get out with my awesome delf agility. Then I ran into trouble again and fell down that same hole and passed out. That character lasted 3 RL days. I think Calavera was my imm at that time, I sent in a 'report' of sorts saying that I died, and he responded with, "I know, I was there."

We were out in the canyons of waste when she said something like "I really have no idea where I'm going'. No sooner than it was said the sarge walked off a cliff down a deep hole. Lucky for me this was my first experience with the new follow code so I and the other bynner following didn't go down as well.

I had a similar experience. I once rulled up a mul and played in Red Storm, where I was greeted by another mul who had a very similar desc to mine. We joked around, we bonded together, he took me under his wing. It was a cute moment. They go out hunting together, eventually, and my pseudo-twin says "Just be careful about the beetles out here. You should be able to kill pretty much anything else, but sometimes those beetles are too much."

The VERY NEXT ROOM, a beetle enters from a blind direction, reel-locks him and three-shots him. I lead the beetle off and proceed to loot my doppelganger-mentor. Thanks, whoever you were, for the head start on the new character, the hilarious comedic timing, and the sdesc-Highlander THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE moment.

10/10 thread, would thread again. I don't have any stories (that I'm allowed to share). I'm too new. Though I have died in some hilarious ways. Anyone who saw the end of my second character knows. Bar fights are dangerous!

On my Byn Sergeant I had a newbie elf Runner in the unit, I think he was "the scarred albino elf" or something like that.

A couple of hours in to the character we're in the Gaj when "the albino, scarred elf" walks out of the dorms (And possibly character generation). My (inebriated) Byn Sarge immediately orders the Runner to fight that other sharp to determine whose the better pasty.

About thirty seconds later I'm offering the other elf a chance to join the Byn since we had a new vacancy and a gently-used aba ready to go. Sadly he turned me down.

For whatever reason there was a lot of things like that going on at that time. When I walked out of character gen on that character I counted six other people in the Gaj sharing a keyword.

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janeshephard: You really think BadSkeelz understands the concept of Wine In Front of me? This guy shot me as a townie when he felt threatened. The man's a neandrathal.

Miradus: He's not some weird mental abomination. He's just a guy on the internet.

Yeah I used a name and keyword once, and after a few IG years people started to pop up sharing either the name or the keyword. Not copying so much as I figure it was just an idea or even pure coincidence I was noticing it because I shared those things.

I played a krathi in the Hasan rogue-magicker group. His name was Enthir.

I'm assuming the rest of the Hasan group was up to all sorts of high-magick, high-intrigue nonsese.

Enthir?

Enthir, right out of character-gen, ran off to live in the desert. Was found by Hasan within an hour, pissed himself, and was brought into his group. Without spoiling anything, Enthir was able to see a lot of shit people otherwise couldn't. I thought I was in for some crazy shit.

Nope.

Enthir led a peaceful life. He sat at camp playing with the fire. He would go hunting within a few leagues of camp, bring back meat, cook it, and eat it. Sometimes he would go foraging for things to craft with with. He would sit around the fire, grumble, poke it, and barely talk to anyone who sat with him. He had a nice tent, with a place to sleep, and lots of little trinkets he had collected. His life was absurdly mundane for his situation. Hasan was even, dare I say, nice to him. He essentially acted like a grumpy asshole of few words, but in reality, he was just a dude who didn't have to worry about anything. In his entire life, the only times he was more than ~10 rooms from camp was (1) Before he got there, (2) during one really brief outing, and (3) after Hasan kicked him out. At the end, he had 8 days, 18 hours played doing this. This was over the course of 9 months.

One day, Enthir went and got himself some meat, and was sitting by the fire, prodding it with a stick. Hasan suddenly came back to camp via scary magickal means. He stumbled into camp, vomitted some terrible shit that didn't seem natural, and promptly wandered away. Everyone I saw seemed really down, and everyone refused to talk about it. This sort of stuff seemed to happen all the time. I always missed the crazy shit. Enthir would usually just grunt at everyone, shake his head, and continue tending to the campfire.

It couldn't have been long after that specific happening, in the scheme of things, that Hasan sent Enthir to Red Storm for some vague reason -- Enthir assumed it was to look for more magickers. After an absurd amount of time milling around aimless, Enthir wandered back to find the camp totally destroyed. Presumably this was after whatever ended up happening to Hasan (I never found out).

Enthir wandered the world aimless. Never really spoke to anyone. Never did anything of note. Then he got ate by a beetle.

On my next PC, which was approved very quickly, I heard a rumor someone found a dead defiler near Red Storm. I assume they thought he was some crazy defiler because Enthir had a fucking collection of magickal and weird shit that just sort of trickled down to him at camp. All of it just chilling in his pack.

From what I gather, I was a part of a rogue magick terrorist group.

What I played was literally the most peaceful and mundane dude I've ever seen. He had a good life. When his home was gone, and his "friends" all dead, he wandered off and got ate by a beetle. It's like a story for a vNPC.

It was wonderful. Over the course of his life, things were so "mundane" I only wrote 4 bios. I can probably trim them for spoilers, check with staff, and post them, if anyone is interested in seeing them.

As a Red Fang, I was beginning to get followed around by a zombified songbird. Never found out what that was all about; poor guy fell into a very deep, very new-at-the-time hole in the Tablelands.

In Tuluk, I played a secret wiggler who couldn't manage to hold it together and did scary things in front of his lover, in the apartment they shared. She did the right thing, ran and told the Faithful who I believe killed her for association, and/or to tug at my PC's heart strings. That was the beginning of a crazy trip.

Around 10 or 11 years ago, I played a SLK Delf. I remember very little about the character, but I remember his death vividly.

He was DESTROYED by the white rantarri in the tablelands. As he lie dying, the player/staff member of the beast/sorcerer asked permission for gore/torture. I granted their request. My delf was eviscerated, carved up, and I particularly remember an emote of the beast shredding my elf's

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before killing him.

I couldnt place my emotion around the event. Part shock. part anger. part amusement. part sheer WTF. tons of hilarity.

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All that is gold does not glitter,Not all those who wander are lost;The old that is strong does not wither,Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

Once played an unmanifested Nilazi that never hinted at her nature except for a few daze-like thinks and feels.

She was detected by another Nilazi early on. Later on I found out that Nilazi was actually on Templar payroll...

So about two weeks later, she somehow spooked the templar's left hand while talking about something completely unrelated.

So they rounded her up, made some bizarre accusations which she could not comprehend. I wasn't manifested at this point, so when they figure that out, they decided to play it out IC that she was in fact some sort of spice-head on a rampage and needed to be arrested for her own safety.

I sent a report to staff and they told me they had no idea what was happening here.

Afterwards I had to deal with with Arm and some other aides making backhanded claims "at her true nature" and that she wasn't "all that she seemed." Eventually she was killed because of her spice habit and because of "disturbing rumors".

She never manifested and never became aware of her powers. I should have saved the time and effort and retired her when she was imprisoned.

I once had a PC that wanted to get in good with Salarr, despite being relatively unable to do any crafting, and was also a Pickpocket. This was back in the day where the ED had expanded roles to have a bunch of different responsibilities.

Unfortunately, the one in charge didn't need someone who couldn't hunt or craft.

So he told me he'd let me in, if I could find a hunter or crafter who also wanted to join with me.

Within a RL hour, I had found like 3 people who also wanted to join Salarr, and brought them to him. Only 1 survived any length of time, but I still think of that as the best way into Salarr ever. Can't craft. Can't create. But found you a number of people who CAN and served them up.

He later went on to be in line for a role that would sneakily pay people, and steal weapons from people who just bought from Salarr, almost doubling their profits. Its why they could sell so cheaply!

My first character had a lot of neat/funny stuff happen around him. I have TONS of stories from this guy, but one that sticks out at the moment is the food bin incident.

I was speaking with one of my folks about normal business matters and enjoying his company. So we're chatting quietly and into the workroom buzzes a kank-fly from the other storage area.

Huh.

It starts flying around the room and we make idle comments about getting flies, but try to ignore it until it starts to get a bit obnoxious. So then, my companion offers to smack the fly out of the air with a wrench (did I mention this is a dwarf?) because it has started to wildly orbit my head. Naturally my response is "Feck no!" and I start scooting back across the table I'm perched on.

This fly must be in love with my character's hair product because it's basically dive bombing my head constantly and I'm fending it off and snarling at it. Meanwhile, my crafter has put down the wrench and gone into the net for a broom. I am distracted by the fly and start to propose that we clean the workshop (and our workshop needed brute force organizing time to time), when WHOOSH!

Both the staffer and I had "ignored" the dwarf with the broom as he stalked closer, so when he swung, I yelled in surprise and almost toppled off the table and the kankfly sailed through the air and smacked into the wall!

So the crafter is now standing like a conquering hero, leaning on his broom and I'm dusting myself off while the fly is gathering its wits on the ground. It then gets up, crawls up the side of the tanning vat, STINGS me with the last of its little fly strength and promptly dies, flopping back into the liquid.

The body of a tiny kank-fly floats, legs up, in a tanning vat.

So, the crafter with me then suggests that the meat bin was left open. I ask him to please go check. He wanders into the next room.

Oh my lord... Kank-flymageddon. Or at least it felt that way.

He leaves and a swarm of flies rush me from the direction he came from. I pull my dagger as they start attacking me and start defending myself. I hear him yell, "Flies!" and I hollar back, "I KNOW!"

Now, mind you.. this is not my first combat in game, but I'm playing an actual Guild Merchant and I'm pretty new. While I know what to do from being drilled in a combat clan before, I've very rarely had to actually kill anything an never alone. I had mercy on and was looking up the helpfile how to get it off and fumbling commands to try to actually KILL these things. I was laughing so hard I was crying and swearing at the keyboard, determined not to be humiliated by a swarm of freaking kankflies.

In charges that awesome dwarven crafter with a shovel in hand and he starts laying waste to flies left and right. I'm at the keyboard face palming hard, like.. My employee.. saved me from a swarm of flies. Fuuuuuuu...!

LONG story short, the flies all get subdued and we check over the meat bin. The crafter with me said that we could just grill it and that any bad meat would be fine, but I was in favor of chucking it all. The clan cook came down to check out the commotion and said that cooking would definitely take care of any problems and praised the crafter for his clever thinking. I took it as a lesson in Zalanthan survival and how to properly roleplay resource management even in a clan that had a surplus.

After that, my character got REALLY irritated with people leaving the food bins open, though he only mentioned WHY a time or two and was met with perfectly understandable expressions of disbelief. He just pointedly slammed the bins shut and tried to insist. It was a character quirk that stayed with him all his long years. That and.. uh.. a love of fruit and bread over meat from the bin unless it was fresh.

That one crafter, as far as I knew, never brought up the story of how he kept his boss from being carried away by kank-flies. I'm laughing about it even now. He was one awesome guy. Overall, that is one of my many favorite moments in game.

I didn't really know what to do with him so I thought fuck it. I will see if I can't play buck wild, throw it in the squares' faces and get a gem or a sekrit job. The templar and his entourage get me questioned, I dance around it a bit but eventually tell them exactly what I was. They all go nuts, I am dying inside when I realize there is just no way out so I play it to the hilt. They take me to a special place in a certain quarter and templar tells me "Walk into this spooky tunnel and if He decides you are worthy you will be fine." So I do it. Zap. Uh oh. They are all just watching in sick fascination. I try again. ZAP. I am emoting away, hoping they stop me and fix things so I somehow survive but no.

It was an awesome scene and I got a very nice kudos out of it for basically pissing away a shiny new massive karma character in front of a half-dozen people who were probably all screaming at their screens for me being a moron.

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We were somewhere near the Shield Wall, on the edge of the Red Desert, when the drugs began to take hold...

I didn't really know what to do with him so I thought fuck it. I will see if I can't play buck wild, throw it in the squares' faces and get a gem or a sekrit job. The templar and his entourage get me questioned, I dance around it a bit but eventually tell them exactly what I was. They all go nuts, I am dying inside when I realize there is just no way out so I play it to the hilt. They take me to a special place in a certain quarter and templar tells me "Walk into this spooky tunnel and if He decides you are worthy you will be fine." So I do it. Zap. Uh oh. They are all just watching in sick fascination. I try again. ZAP. I am emoting away, hoping they stop me and fix things so I somehow survive but no.

It was an awesome scene and I got a very nice kudos out of it for basically pissing away a shiny new massive karma character in front of a half-dozen people who were probably all screaming at their screens for me being a moron.

I adore this.

SOME FAMILY ROLE STORIES:

Once upon a time, I played a freshly-manifested Tuluki Whiran and set up a family role with two randoms from the GDB. A mage brother and a mundane sister. We swap name and descs but don't otherwise coordinate, figure we'll all meet up ingame, yada yada. My Whiran is starting to explore her magick after a bit, toodling around the wilderness as you do, and literally the first PC she runs into off in the thorns fucking lightning bolts the shit out of her and emotes like, basically zapping her right in the baps.

I can't remember if he KOed her or if I KOed her by trying to Way someone back in the city for help.

Anywho, it was her brother. Very lucky not to have died there. Whoops.

BONUS FAMILY ROLE STORY:

Midge of Salarr actually had family role PCs that she never met once. I think it was Rhyden and Jcarter who played them. They both died within like hours and she went on to live for like 2 RL years, always thinking she was the last of her family who survived childhood. She never even knew she had adult relatives (I think it was a brother and an uncle?).

BONUS BONUS FAMILY ROLE STORY:

I played bumpkin cousins with HaiWolfe once. Mine died in a matter of hours. Then when I eventually was playing Raissa-di Kurac, she recruited this gal into her unit who was like this wonderful PC I really liked. It wasn't until she'd worked for Rai for like a RL year that I realised it was my last PC's cousin, who I never got to meet.

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Out of all those kinds of people, you got a face with a viewI'm just an animal looking for a homeShare the same space for a minute or two

Yes. I got the nickname about 2 days after coming up top. I did not realize what it was until I saw that picture (like a month ago.) You might notice Ren(enutet) and Stimpy (Akariel) wandering about your local staffland.

During the spiderfest RPT, there was a spider nest in one of the buildings in Allanak. At the time I was playing a Jaxa Pah Elf with his "spirit animal" version being a spider. So let's just say I was more then interested in spiders that's been snacking on an occasional naki noble. He learned of an upcoming raid on the nest and knew he had to hurry. His plan was to save the baby spidies. Steal some eggs from the nest, then create a small spider colony inside the sewers. Replacing the Emporium with Spider Feeder Shop. So he prepared for the heist.

He hired a gemmed elf to use his filthy gicky gicks to scry the building magickallyHe hired a rat catcher to procure a bag full of still living rats and then fed them full of heramide laced plantlife. He procured some jars of oil. He hired some random Bynner to shoot a bunch of bolts into the wall of the building where the spiders were nesting in, essentially creating handholds for climbing. He soaked all of his clothes in gurth fat, to prevent it from sticking to the webbing.He grabbed some elf he's been watching train in the rinth to be his lookout and potentially, if there is a chase after him afterwards, something for spiders to snack on instead.

The handholds worked and he slowly managed to climb inside the building, with my lookout staying behind waiting for my return.The windows were all webbed shut, but my elf found a way to get inside from the rooftop. He soaked the windows with some jars of oil. If shit turned sour, he ment to toss embers over and start a fire/distraction.He crawled inside the building, only to find out that that all of the eggs hatched and little baby spiders were crawling all over. But with his perfect elven stealth, he remained undetected. He sat there, barely breathing, observing a particular baby spider that was close to him. He pulled out a half sedated rat and tossed it down closer to him. The baby spider took the bait and leapt right onto the rat, it's legs and rats tangling together as he sunk his tiny fangs in. Only for me to scoop both the baby spider and it's victim rat up into a pack.

SUCCESS!

As a distraction, I tossed the bag with other rats out, letting them fly all over. The entire building came to life. Myriad of spiders chasing after the rats. Nobody paid any what so ever attention to my self. A whole bunch of echoes of spiders being too busy with my sedated rats. All I needed to do is climb out of the hole, down the handholds, and then get to killing Emporium shopkeepers to transform it into the spider nest.

My mistake? I decided to type this "close pack". After all, it had a baby spider in it and all.

Unfortunately, that broke my hide and every single spider in the room jumped me. Which was 'a lot'. Somehow I managed to escape and re-hide, but I was down to 1 hp and ... blood burn poisoned. This is the last echo that I saw on this elf.

In the shifting darkness of your fevered, poisoned dreams, you sense a shadow looming over you, many times the size of even the tallest elf. Something moves in the shadows, enveloping you, its touch as gentle as silk. You feel yourself lifted in the dark, limbs dangling uselessly, but the warm softness of whatever is touching you is unabating.

Gradually, the gentle touch grows tighter, more restrictive, more like binding ropes than a gentle caress. Something jerks at your shoulder, and your eyes flutter open long enough to see the following: a crown of gleaming eyes like jewels, staring into your own with an utterly alien, dark detachment.

This is the face that meets Rena as the last of his consciousness is burned away by poison and liquified by the fangs of a gigantic, mottled-orange spider as it welcomes him back to the shadows.

My deepest bow Calavera. Thanks for helping me out in this plot. Sorry, I messed up. It would've been soooo epic.

I wish I could talk about how Pasheen/Pearl died but that's always going to be under wraps.

I never actually got to meet my oldest brother because playtimes, but Silteye was around. His real name was something different. He'd lost that eye in a barfight before chargen.

Pasheen liked to make her own swing with ropes and swing around like a lunatic, which was what she was. She was telling the Byn mess hall once how the sky was bleeding, which was a typical line of thought to come out of her. Born insane, died insane. I had to leave right before I actually died, so staff animated a rather terrifying scene for me, I found out later. Albie or some other giant in the Byn had described how it was sad (listening in on my next char) that Pearl couldn't cook food for Silteye no more, but it was actually Silteye who cooked the food back when it was the two of us.

She was a ranger/tailor. I had never actually expected to leave Storm, but he took me up one day after training for a while to become one of the most massive beasts I ever had the displeasure to later get into a training accident with on an unmanifested witch. Generally only muls can two-shot me like that, and what really frightened me about him was the fact that, at least until he did kill a recruit, he didn't know his own strength. But, you know, Byn sargaent, who's going to tell on him?

That unmanifested witch I mentioned was a water witch/weaponscrafter called Dayna. She got into the Byn for a month or two before manifesting, and was a brusque, unfeeling person who didn't make friends with most people who would have. It wasn't a fašade covering her true feelings or something like that. She was simply a better person that her background could provide for her, but she never really blossomed, unless you consider making friends with a breed and than a dwarf blossoming, which some people might.

What had happened was her mother got pregnant with her, a dwarven woman noticed, and began being friends with her. The dwarf helped deliver the baby; right after birth, she killed the mother and raised the baby herself. When the child was ten, the dwarf woman began using her to offer items to buy to people, 'but you have to come to the apartment because that's where it is.' The dwarven woman's focus was to kill 1000 undesirables in the city. She had done a little over two hundred and fifty by the time she was caught, because if Armageddon were reality no one would care about that particular situation, she being able to avoid getting Kuracis and all that.

One day, a 'customer' escaped and she told Dayna to go hide. Dayna never saw or heard from her again. Between that time and chargen, she lived by carving swords and knives and selling them.

The dwarven woman did tell her at some point that she had befriended and killed her mother to gain a loyal helper, but by that time Dayna didn't care about that.

After getting into the Byn and being there for a month or two, she had a dream right before a big contract. The dwarven woman led her to the gate of the city, pointed outside, and then slowly shook her head. She woke up and got ready for the contract. It was a big spider-killing contract, we were amassing as much of the Byn as possible, including useless ones like me, to go search and kill any spiders we found in three suspected nest locations.

We found one nest, it was empty but shows signs of habitation at some point. We got attacked in the plains. I hovered at 0 hp for a while before waking up and healing. We entered a cave so that hurt could get some rest and I fell asleep. As I slept, mist extruded from my body, healed a little of some of the more serious wounds, and then disappeared.

When they woke me up, I refused to believe I was a witch, til about an hour after the Templar put the gem around my neck. The gem did not soften me towards people or make me any nicer. I ate a strange mushroom once. At some point I ended up telling the psychotic breed I had befriended in the Byn all about my past. I have never had so many people enter and leave me head at one time.

Later (and part of the reason I made the witch in the first place) I befriended a dwarf I had known in the Byn, the guy who ended up winning the dwarven portion of the Luir's tournament for the south. His focus was to learn about magick, or it was part of his focus. I taught him some basics, but by that time I was getting kind of bored and made a last-ditch effort to save my interest by having that mekillot, when it struck me once, dislodge my memories and make me amnesiac. That was the mekillot that a fire witch was supposed to have killed because it was real close, but I helped screw it up, and the mekillot ended up inside the city, killing people. The Arm and Byn were employed to kill it.

Strong change in Dayna. She became nice, and now had an open interest in gardening, that was vaguely hinted at previously once. She started making friends with the other witches, who I think were a bit scared of her past. One of them certainly was; she insinuated that she hoped I never relearned it.

Kokali Fale wasn't ever actually pregnant with Icumen Borsail's out of contract child. I think she kissed him once. On the cheek.

Wow, the rumours that fly after you die. Icumen was surprisingly unlucky in the bedroom. I think the only person he managed to marry into the family/get a contract with was an Oash (whose sister he had killed, shh).

Kokali Fale wasn't ever actually pregnant with Icumen Borsail's out of contract child. I think she kissed him once. On the cheek.

Wow, the rumours that fly after you die. Icumen was surprisingly unlucky in the bedroom. I think the only person he managed to marry into the family/get a contract with was an Oash (whose sister he had killed, shh).

He was gorgeous. If he existed in real life, I would trade my children to fuck him.

And yeah! It was an Oashi lady. I only know because I saw her journal in game. What a match for a Borsail. Hah.

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Hunter of Kadius; joint expeditionary mission with Arm of the Dragon to explore a black Tower in the desert. Around the time when Kryl were an active threat. Led to a dark tower by, a strange [REDACTED]-like humanoid, multiple forces entered the eerily silent tower. Torches out, silence among the forces moving from corridor to corridor, darkness in all directions.

Locate a room with several humanoids cocooned to walls. One humanoid awakens and begins screaming in agony. Kryl rips from the person's chest and everyone loses their minds. Swiftly killing the creature, we take a moment to recompose ourselves before moving deeper in.

Several rooms later, we get an echo and all Hell breaks loose. As if from a scene from Alien, Kryl are swarming the corridors - Clawing their ways along the floors, walls and ceilings. Acid being spit from all directions, men and women screaming and dying.

Forces barely manage to fight their way free of the Tower, Templars and mages remaining behind to burn down the entire thing...

The game had just rebooted so I logged in with my character (a warlock) and Kelvik logged in with his (a shadowdancer) to go get the wagon. There was only one wagon at the time and its location didn't persist through reboots, so when the game crashed it was a mad dash to go get it. We were too late, it was already gone.

Being a warlock I turned us both invisible, being a shadowdancer he turned us both ethereal (which at the time was really just another kind of invisible, requiring a different kind of detect spell to see). We bolted west out of the city to the grasslands hoping to catch up with the wagon (which moved slower than running) and did manage to catch up to it.

We boarded it but the driver had already picked up the key, gone into the pilot's chamber, and locked themselves in.

Kelvik dispelled his invisibility and ethereal spells and I followed him as he went outside and started moving ahead of the wagon, hoping whoever was piloting it would see a lone traveler on the road and come out to attack them. Which they did. But...it was a half-giant, which were just brutal, back then.

As soon as they stepped out I hit the wagon with the invisibility spell just as kelvik backstabbed the pilot (a half-giant). Even if he killed us he wouldn't be getting that wagon. Once done with that kelvik fled and I cast blind on the guy. It wasn't hard for Kelvik to chase him down, after that, and cast sleep on him.

At which point we started stealing all his gear rather than killing him on the logic killing him would just see him back in the game sooner with a geared up newbie (probably a half-giant) heading straight for us.

Once he was robbed of his gear we went back to the wagon & started driving towards the drow city - which was a cake walk in an unassailable wagon since the game didn't (apparently) have room flags blocking wagons yet.

The game had just rebooted so I logged in with my character (a warlock) and Kelvik logged in with his (a shadowdancer) to go get the wagon. There was only one wagon at the time and its location didn't persist through reboots, so when the game crashed it was a mad dash to go get it. We were too late, it was already gone.

Being a warlock I turned us both invisible, being a shadowdancer he turned us both ethereal (which at the time was really just another kind of invisible, requiring a different kind of detect spell to see). We bolted west out of the city to the grasslands hoping to catch up with the wagon (which moved slower than running) and did manage to catch up to it.

We boarded it but the driver had already picked up the key, gone into the pilot's chamber, and locked themselves in.

Kelvik dispelled his invisibility and ethereal spells and I followed him as he went outside and started moving ahead of the wagon, hoping whoever was piloting it would see a lone traveler on the road and come out to attack them. Which they did. But...it was a half-giant, which were just brutal, back then.

As soon as they stepped out I hit the wagon with the invisibility spell just as kelvik backstabbed the pilot (a half-giant). Even if he killed us he wouldn't be getting that wagon. Once done with that kelvik fled and I cast blind on the guy. It wasn't hard for Kelvik to chase him down, after that, and cast sleep on him.

At which point we started stealing all his gear rather than killing him on the logic killing him would just see him back in the game sooner with a geared up newbie (probably a half-giant) heading straight for us.

Once he was robbed of his gear we went back to the wagon & started driving towards the drow city - which was a cake walk in an unassailable wagon since the game didn't (apparently) have room flags blocking wagons yet.

TIL Arma was apparently a completely different game once upon a time, with little to no relationship to the game we play now.

TIL Arma was apparently a completely different game once upon a time, with little to no relationship to the game we play now.

Many of the "struggles" from Modern Arm come from people who played during these times, or other times where things were "different". Gith used to hang out in Tuluki bars, conversing with "Sun Clerics".

So, once upon a time, I played Ehrick, a Lyskaen warrior-slave of Tuluk. This was 2008 timeframe.

Tensions between the North and the South had been running high, in part due to the efforts of House Lyksae, who had secretly been trying to infiltrate several Southern Houses, and assassinate both nobles and Templars, and the Arm of the Dragon. Ehrick had been dispatched on several diplomatic efforts, notably to the Tablelands to meet with Kija, a particularly powerful Soh elf at the time. Through the efforts of the Northern and Southern Templarates (as best I can remember), it was decided that an additional peace delegation was going to be sent south to a party hosted by Samos the Red. Because of Ehrick's status as a Lyksaen Warrior, and the thought that Ehrick was absolutely, terrifyingly loyal to the Sun King, he was chosen to escort the delegation and serve in a diplomatic capacity again.

Ehrick and Thrend hatched a plot to get Ehrick raised from the 'slave' caste in Tuluk to the 'commoner' caste - purely in an effort to spite the Southerners that Ehrick would soon be interacting with as an 'equal' in the sense that he would no longer be a slave. The Templarate, not knowing our reasoning behind the move, though this was a great idea and lobbied Thrend (whose idea it was originally - we just didn't tell them that) to make it so. Ehrick had served faithfully, and well, in his time in Tuluk, and was raised from the 'slave' caste to a 'commoner' on the eve of the journey to Allanak. They wanted him to be at a higher status when interacting with the Southerners (so I can only assume); we simply wanted to thumb our nose at them and make whomever we could deal with a slave on equal terms. Ehrick didn't care in the least about moving 'up' in caste. There was no difference, to him, in being a slave or a commoner.

Once we arrived in Allanak, there were a few of us - Chosen Consort Leisera, whom Ehrick would later develop a distant romance with (going so far as, in the singular moment I truly thought he was going to die, he Way'd her and professed his love - years later, and she came to his rescue), the Bard Analyse, a partisan of Faithful Lady Serilla, and I think one other person. We were at a gigantic party, and doing our thing, then...

Analyse suddenly fainted. In the middle of this huge party, with the North and the South unsure if they were going to go to war, or going to go to war against the Dragonthralls.

Ehrick immediately guards Analyse, as she was both his lover, at the time, and his charge, being the guard on the expedition. Lieutenant Paryl, a particularly bad-ass and long-lived Arm of the Dragon Lieutenant, immediately tried to subdue her. Normally this would haven't have been an issue, except Ehrick often wore gloves with the auto-attack script on them.

Though Paryl was well-trained, Ehrick was as well, and a brief fistfight ensued between the two of them with both of them scoring well, right in front of Samos the Red and probably thirty or so Southerners. I (the player) was so stunned it took me a second to type 'disengage', and if I recall correctly, Paryl had the same reaction.

For a moment, the entire room was quiet. No one moved.

Then the first sword drew. And then the next. And very soon, my screen scrolled up with all the weapons being drawn and leveled. To which Ehrick responded in kind - a Lyksaen Warrior does not die without his weapons in his hands, after all. For a second, no one moved again. Weapons had been drawn, but no one wanted to kill the Northern delegation, and Ehrick was thinking (furious), "Fuck, what a way to die."

You could have cut the tension with a knife.

Just as he managed to get that thought out, one of Ehrick's closest friends, Vash, a Salarri hunter and member of the Expansion Division and someone with whom Ehrick had many misadventures with, jumps up on a table in front of everyone and says,

"Now, now boys. I'm sure this is all just a misunderstanding."

Someone laughed. Then someone else. Weapons were sheathed, and instead of killing each other, we turned to Analyse, who woke up a minute later with a, "I think I overused the Way and fainted."

I missed my chance to play a rebel before the liberation of Tuluk, so soon after I made a rebellion 'veteran' who was virtually in the war. He formed a group of would be raiders called the Bloodriders. It's always tough creating an indy group. The only two guys I could get to join were a half-giant and a dwarf. The plan was to go and raid in the the Southlands, generally antagonizing anyone affiliated with Allanak. I was surprised when we were approached by a slack-jawed Lirathan templar to go on a secret mission in Allanak.

Our secret mission was to meet outside the Tor Academy in Allanak at a certain time. When the time came our contact handed my character this throwing knife with some "special stuff" on it and told me to throw it at the door guard and they were paralysed. I did this and I received a wanted flag for my efforts. We proceeded to kill the guard. Our contact had mount packed down with flash powder so we moved into the academy and stashed flashpowder all over. Our contact ignited the flashpowder and we all fled. By this time it was dark (the mission was to blow the place up under the cover of darkness) and the weather outside was horrible so we had to flee without seeing anything. My problem was I was wanted, I guess as the leader I get that responsibility. Later I find out a Tuluki force attack is attacking the Allanaki forces entrenched in the Mantis Valley. Our attack was just to distract Allanak.

So my character ends up getting picked up and arrested for his role in blowing up the Tor Academy (one of the many times the place has been blown up!) The rest of the group (the dwarf, half-giant and our secret contact) escape to Tuluk. We are all hailed as great heros. The dwarf turns the Bloodriders into a minor merchant house and the half-giant moves on to become a Tuluki soldier. My character is tortured in Allanak, loses an eye in the process, and eventually dies (a hero, I guess). The End

I had a dwarf with really bad stats that fell off the shield wall multiple times and lived. Escaped a tembo and three kryl chasing him. He was blinded by kryl and led them luckily back to the Tuluk Gates where he was knocked unconscious. His focus was to find his parents and he met a Ruk and a Nilazi that were teamed up together. The Nilazi convinced the dwarf that he would help him find his parents, but first the dwarf needed to help him find something. So they went on many adventures and this shitty dwarf with the worst stats ever lived to be thirty days played and only died because he chose to fight (redacted) up on (redacted) by the (redacted). Long story short don't go after the (redacted).

I was playing a rascal kid (hidden non-mundane guild) in the Byn. At one point I somehow managed to weasel myself in onto a GMH wagon, that was going to Luirs to host an interhouse Salarr/Kadius/Kurac sikrit meeting to discuss the terms and conditions of interhouse project of developing a certain cave with a certain rare creatures with valuable shell. My kid was a Trooper in the Byn at the time and was basically a care for nought type of a dude.

Anyway. So the GMH merchants seclude into a private room of the Wagon while all of the GMH soldiers/hunters/mercs/etc have gathered in a different room. With me, the lonely Bynner youth just lounging in the corner, snoozing. I dont even remember how I managed to get in on that wagon, Byn had literally no business there, but anyway. In reality, I was actually spying on the meeting next door, but to the soldiers all around me, I was just snoozing. So I'm eavesdropping on the meeting and it got somewhat boring, or whatever, so I decided to see if I've been found out/killed/tossed out of the wagon yet.

So I wake up and look around. Turns out the soldiers of the various potentially competing houses do 'not' get along when locked up in the same room. Loooots of snide commenting, snarling, sneering, scowling, growling, hissing, and potentially twerking going on. Weapons half drawn, these people are posturing and about to cut each other to ribbons.

So this lone Bynner kid wakes up, pulls his helmet off his eyes, looks around, listens to all the bitching and unfolds into this long winded military-targeted joke. Everyone shut up and listen. I finish it, get my laughs, pull the helmet back onto my eyes and go back to sleeping/spying on the sikrit meeting behind the closed doors that those soldiers were all supposedly guarding. I think one purty sargeant even wayed me something like, "you ass. Stop breaking our immersion. we're all supposed to be hardasses here!" Or something along those lines.

Samos the Red nearly got himself killed a number of times in really dumb ways. The best ones I can remember:

- Logged in after a night of partying, wasn't paying attention, ended up spamming "west" straight out the west gate of Allanak and into the dunes. Luckily no spiders and none of the 100 people that wanted him dead found him.

- Did "subdue soldier newb" rather than "order soldier subdue newb" once and got into a fight against my half giant soldier while in jail. The poor newb standing there was very confused and thankfully did not take the opportunity to shank me.

- Logged in after another night of partying and decided to roam around Allanak shouting lines from A Few Good Men. Luckily, I don't think any PCs or staff caught me. Passed out at my desk and logged back in to be dying of thirst.

- Went out on patrol once with some dude who I thought was a soldier of mine and instead was just some dude. (I walked into the Barrel and was like, "you there, c'mon, we're going on patrol" and Random Guy was just like "ok Lord Templar.") It wasn't until after our first fight with spiders that Samos bothered to look at him and noticed he had no militia patch on. "Where's your uniform, son?" "What uniform, Lord Templar?" Samos had a good laugh, then threatened to kill the dude for misleading him, then gave him 100 coins and took him back to the city. Never saw him again. (Whatever happened to you, Random Dude? I wish I still remembered a name or sdesc.)

Over the course of a couple RL days, via the Way, I convinced a scary gicker elf that my odd-eyed Rinthi half-elf had died, and but that his corpse had been possessed by a demon-lord from the Forgotten Realms who had a grudge against the "ancient warrior clan" of Fale. It was around the time of an HRPT, the gith attack on Allanak, so I'm pretty sure the other player thought he was getting included in a weird staff plot.

Scary gicker uses scary magic to move himself and a minion to my location. (I did not know he could do that). Rather than appearing at my demon-lord's altar in the sewers, the gicker and his partner appeared right in the middle of the Bard's Barrel -- which unfortunately had been burnt out by a gith attack (and would eventually be rebuilt as Red's Retreat). So it was just me and this one other old timer PC were the room when it happened.

Really, really wish I had been in the Gaj instead, which was absolutely packed at the time from the denouncement of the HRPT.

Samos the Red nearly got himself killed a number of times in really dumb ways. The best ones I can remember:

- Logged in after a night of partying, wasn't paying attention, ended up spamming "west" straight out the west gate of Allanak and into the dunes. Luckily no spiders and none of the 100 people that wanted him dead found him.

- Did "subdue soldier newb" rather than "order soldier subdue newb" once and got into a fight against my half giant soldier while in jail. The poor newb standing there was very confused and thankfully did not take the opportunity to shank me.

- Logged in after another night of partying and decided to roam around Allanak shouting lines from A Few Good Men. Luckily, I don't think any PCs or staff caught me. Passed out at my desk and logged back in to be dying of thirst.

- Went out on patrol once with some dude who I thought was a soldier of mine and instead was just some dude. (I walked into the Barrel and was like, "you there, c'mon, we're going on patrol" and Random Guy was just like "ok Lord Templar.") It wasn't until after our first fight with spiders that Samos bothered to look at him and noticed he had no militia patch on. "Where's your uniform, son?" "What uniform, Lord Templar?" Samos had a good laugh, then threatened to kill the dude for misleading him, then gave him 100 coins and took him back to the city. Never saw him again. (Whatever happened to you, Random Dude? I wish I still remembered a name or sdesc.)

- Went out on patrol once with some dude who I thought was a soldier of mine and instead was just some dude. (I walked into the Barrel and was like, "you there, c'mon, we're going on patrol" and Random Guy was just like "ok Lord Templar.") It wasn't until after our first fight with spiders that Samos bothered to look at him and noticed he had no militia patch on. "Where's your uniform, son?" "What uniform, Lord Templar?" Samos had a good laugh, then threatened to kill the dude for misleading him, then gave him 100 coins and took him back to the city. Never saw him again. (Whatever happened to you, Random Dude? I wish I still remembered a name or sdesc.)

You did that to me too, once. Except you knew I wasn't Militia and wound up recruiting me into the AoD afterwards.

Not sure how much detail I could go into but here's very brief account of some stories from the oldest to the "as recent as possible":

-A Dragonsthrall kidnapped my rogue gick and proceeded to peel her skin off and sacrifice her soul or something to their totem of doom. Guess her soul is still trapped there somewhere.

-Once played a Lord *censored* in House *censored* that was living in a..yup..you heard me...a haunted chamber. Got one of the NPC bodyguard killed by the ghost or whatever vengeful scary horror thing that was happening there at the time. Naturally, my poor noble was driven quite insane. It was almost like a page out of a Stephen King novel.

-When Red Fang was still around with no campsites available to them. My Fang and her tribe mate went to capture a kiyet, knocked it unconscious then proceeded to drag it halfway across the Known to Tuluk to trade to some templars there. Naturally, we fell into a hole (as such things happen) and naturally, we then proceeded to throw the kiyet with multiple concussion out of the hole before passing the now very brain-dead creature to Tuluk.

-Running around as a wild Elkran and got summoned right into the Arena for a, being a rogue Elkran and b, being in a defiler's crew. Got Gaj'd to death. But the entire scene was about 90% rp of how the Gaj was slowly teasing my poor PC with its scariness, and how my PC was desperately trying to stay alive. Little did I know that the entire population of Allanak was witnessing my death that day. It was an awesome RP scene, sad and scary as hell.

-Drugged a certain Chief of a certain tribe whose land was being invaded upon to drag his unconscious ass out of harm's way...for better or worst. Almost thought the imms wouldn't go for it I still remember when the tribe chief drank the heramide wine, he smiled then froze then fell backwards. Quite hilarious despite the stressful situation!

-Drugged a certain Chief of a certain tribe whose land was being invaded upon to drag his unconscious ass out of harm's way...for better or worst. Almost thought the imms wouldn't go for it I still remember when the tribe chief drank the heramide wine, he smiled then froze then fell backwards. Quite hilarious despite the stressful situation!

Heh..made me smile.

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-Drugged a certain Chief of a certain tribe whose land was being invaded upon to drag his unconscious ass out of harm's way...for better or worst. Almost thought the imms wouldn't go for it I still remember when the tribe chief drank the heramide wine, he smiled then froze then fell backwards. Quite hilarious despite the stressful situation!

I have a bunch of stories that I just don't have logs of and cant remember all the details fully.

I came across some old notes the other day and I had written one down about Lirathans from my old 'copper wars' section of the notebook.

There was some incident one day where all the southern soldiers were sitting around in the Allanaki camp. I was playing some dweeb commoner in tor, the guy wasn't a scorpion or anything.

I'm not sure what the background was, but i'm waying a lirathan templar, making up some story about how i'm running away from a mage across the red desert, but i'm waying that I want to defect over to the tuluki camp and what not: There's a whiran and a templar standing in the camp with me and this Lirathan gets close enough I guess to get hit with <IC info everyone should know what's happening here> that pulls them into the Allanaki war camp.

If I recall correctly, the whiran/templar hadn't been anticipating this because this particular Lirathan was not the one I was waying, or that they were after. I don't think the trio of us had mentioned to the room at large what was about to happen either. There must have been... 20+ Allanaki PCs in the room plus 2k npc soldiers or something like that at the time. This was at a time where both camps had been having issues with accidental combat deaths resulting in the aforementioned 2k npcs insta slaughtering some folks, so people were shy to engage anything, especially with the keyword templar in it.

So there's about 1 minute of looking back in the day where you saw everyone do /look <--- The lirathan starts looking around at everyone in the room and then just leaves the camp and nobody does anything. Some templar starts screaming angrily, incredulous an enemy templar just walked out of the camp and nobody stopped them, and people burst into action and go off one by one into the desert looking for this Lirathan. Cliffhanger.

I wish I had kept more logs, or other people had some more stories from that time. There were some great RP moments and some really hilarious moments in the copper wars.

I played a fairly well knownish whore named Shy a while back. Unmanifested drovian. She FINALLY gets to the point of turning by torturing her former partner in crime (a half-breed kanking horn-tok) via the Way as he's dying in the pit. He was thrown in there by the templar he was sidling up to to get on his side and off of hers. Dies in a super secret Guild place by puking her guts out while her manz, a wanted Nakki criminal is in HER head. Bam.

She was a bard and I just found a song she made for the then Guild boss mul about the Rinth and a song a Fale something or other made for HER. I had COMPLETELY forgotten about them.

We were some northern family with a history trying to win the grey hunt. We were all standing around this dagger that everyone in the game wanted at the time as a grey hunt item. I'm pretty sure a third party elf KNEW what we were there for.

Some other faction showed up wanting the same item. They had some real charming lady character with some clubs demanding it and my guy wasn't having it. So while one of my guys successfully steals the dagger and nobody sees, this lady just annihilates me in 10 seconds and knocks me out, I got to wake up and cackle on the way back to the city later.

That particular faction got their revenge as all twinks got revenge back in the day shortly after that, but the incident was hilarious and I wish I had the log.